When we are fed up, the tremors of anger will shatter us into action.

Till then I will wait.

Fist clenched.

Held to my heart.

A salute to those we have lost.

Because pain is lovers with a heavy mass.

As we are dancing to the rhythm of the light.

Hoping to find salvation or freedom in our revelings.

There will still be hope.

There will still be love.

There will still be anger.